At this moment, Yan Ling'er's fingers moved slightly, her long eyelashes flickered slightly, and her pale lips let out a low mutter.

The dark night, which had been focusing on Yan Ling'er, naturally caught her subtle changes for the first time, and those cold eyes burst out with excitement and joy in an instant.

"You...... Awake" was unprecedentedly gentle, and there was a slight tremor in his voice, revealing the master's uneasiness.

Yan Ling'er slowly opened her eyes, and there was a simple blankness in those watery and moving eyes, like the purest eyes of a newborn deer, looking directly at the love and pity in people's hearts.

"What's wrong with me, where am I now" Because she was strangled by her neck for a long time, Yan Ling'er's voice was a little hoarse, but she could still hear the soft and sweet that was unique to young girls.

"I'm sorry" Styx lowered his head with some guilt, his expression was slowly full of chagrin and self-blame, "You were held hostage and just woke up from a coma"

The words of the dark night seemed to open the valve of Yan Ling'er's memory, and those painful memories that had been deliberately stranded and temporarily forgotten all came back in an instant.

She gradually remembered the boy who was covered in blood and fainted to the ground, the boy with red eyes and a fierce face, and the iron arms that strangled him with infinite strength and could not break free.

As more and more memories poured in, Yan Ling'er's petite body began to tremble uncontrollably, and her already pale complexion became more and more pale at this moment, like a piece of paper that had been bleached countless times, reflecting a dazzling light in the sun.

Styx looked at the small trembling body in distress, and in a place under the bed that no one else could see, his hands were clenched tightly, and ten nails were fiercely pressed against his palms. The dark night tried to control, controlling the ** who wanted to stretch out his hands and hug the girl on the bed into his arms.

"You have a good rest," the night "swished" to his feet, turned around, and hurried out.

Yan Ling'er looked at the back of the merciless and impatient departure, the fear and sadness in her heart became more and more, and tears slowly overflowed her eyes unconsciously.

With a "bang", the door was slammed shut, and the outside and inside of the door were suddenly divided into two worlds.

As if he had exhausted all his strength, his tall body slid down the wooden door and sat on the cold ground without any image.

He left not because he felt impatient, not because he was cold and unforgiving, but because he was afraid.

Every second he spent with her was urgent, and the ** in his heart who wanted to hug her into his arms was urgent, he was afraid that he would not be able to control his **, and he didn't want to surprise her when she was the most sad.

In his heart, she has always been the most precious and important treasure, he is reluctant to let her be hurt in the slightest, he hopes that she will always be brilliant and beautiful.

However, she still got injured because of him.

Although the person who strangled her neck was not himself, his heart still twitched uncontrollably when he saw the shocking bruise-purple scar on her white neck.

Every second he saw her scars, the guilt and hatred in his heart increased.

She has always been kind and simple, so he doesn't want his darkness and blood to be exposed to her.

As for the one who hurt her......